The wind blows across my face,
I lesson to it, trying to find an answer
to life's question,
But I can't hear it,
I can't see it,
But still I look and lesson
hopping that some day I will find the
answer that I am looking for,
and still the wind blows by ,
and still I lesson,
The warm breezes is a comfort to
my loneliness, but it's not enough to
cure my hart, and my soul,
for it would take more then
the warm wind to heal this wound,
it would take the love of a woman,
the gently touch of a lady,
and the passion of a good soul
to help heal this wound.
So here I sit, and lesson to the wind.
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